“JUSTIN TAYLOR!” Jennifer called to her son.

“Just give me ten minutes.” The answer came from the bathroom.  Justin was just styling his hair when his mother called. The Taylors had to go to a fund raising for a new kindergarten on Liberty Avenue and Justin actually had no interest in that but his parents had insisted that he had to be there.

He sighed. Why did he always have to do things? He wanted to stay home and eat his chocolate and watch his favourite movie. He hated these stupid parties. Why would he want to spent money for some poor suckers? They could work if they needed money.

Craig Taylor was fuming. They already were late because Justin was doing everything in slow motion. 

Since Justin was a little boy, he had always been self-centred, never doing things for others, and since he was a teenager he had gained a lot of weight.

They couldn’t find suits by Armani for him anymore because Justin wouldn’t stop eating. But they had overlooked it. But now Craig Taylor had enough with his attitude.

“Dad? What do you think about giving me a green corvette for my Birthday? I saw one a few days ago.” Justin called from the bathroom. Two more days and he would be 18. Craig cringed at these words. Did Justin know what a Corvette costs?

Sure he had the money but wasn’t Justin old enough to earn money to buy things for himself?

Justin walked down the stairs and stood now in front of his dad.

“I can’t wait to drive it!” Craig looked at his wife, who also had enough of her son’s attitude. They had talked the last night about what to do with their son. He needed to learn that money wasn’t everything and that it wasn’t easy to earn.

“If you want a fucking Corvette you buy one, but not with my money, you can earn it. Now let’s go!”

Justin looked at his father as if he had grown two heads. But then he shrugged. Only 2 more days and he would be 18 and he could drive in a Corvette. His parents had never said no to one of his wishes. 

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“Brian, nice to see you. How’s it going?” While the Taylors were at the fund raising, Craig had seen Brian, an old friend. Five years ago he had helped the man finance his agency.

“Hi Craig. I’m doing fine. How’s your family?” Brian grinned, knowing that Craig had problems with his spoiled only-child. The two men had lunch together from time to time and Craig always complained about Justin.

“Brian, I need you to do me a favour.” Brian nodded curiously.

“Jennifer and I have had enough of Justin. He needs to learn that you have to work for money. He needs to learn that the world doesn’t only revolve around him and I know you grew up in a family without much money… so we thought maybe you could help us and give him a
job in your firm. I know he isn’t easy to handle, he is a real brat and I know if we had raised him differently, then he wouldn’t be like that now, but it can’t be to late, to teach the lad something about the real world”

Brian slowly nodded. He owned everything to Craig Taylor. The man had helped him with Kinnetic and had been like a father to him. Since he knew Craig Taylor, he had always had someone to talk to and who would listen and give him tips. How could he not help him
and Jennifer?

“OK I’ll do it. If you really want him to change you have to change a few things. First, he has to live on his own, second, he has to pay for things with his own money, not with yours, so no credit cards and so on. And third, he’ll start tomorrow.” Craig nodded and a smile spread over the older man’s lips.

He knew that Brian would help them.

“Alright, thank you so much! You have no idea what this means to Jennifer and me.”

“Like I said, sent him to my office tomorrow. What is he actually good at?”

“Justin paints, so we thought he could help in the art department or something like that.”

“OK, I guess that can be arranged. But now let’s stop talking about business, where is your lovely wife?” Brian grinned and Craig and he made their way over to Jennifer and Justin, who were talking to Lindsay.

“BRIAN!” Jennifer yelled warmly and hugged the tall brunette.  Justin turned around and eyed the man he had heard a lot about, but had never actually seen before.

God, this Brian was sex on legs. Before he knew it, he licked his lips and Brian saw it. He smirked and Justin blushed.

“So blondy, I heard you’re a real brat?” Brian stuck his tongue in his cheek. God, this would be so much fun. The chubby boy glared at Brian.

“Daddy, Daddy!” A child’s voice shouted.  Brian saw the little boy running towards them through the crowd. 

“Slow down Sonnyboy.” Brian laughed when he swept Gus into his arms.

Justin’s mouth hit the ground. Was his gaydar broken? He had thought this asshole was gay, but apparently he wasn’t.

Lindsay laid an arm around the asshole’s waist and planted a kiss on the little boy’s cheek.

“Gussy? Say goodbye to daddy. We have to go now.” Gus rubbed his eyes and shook his head. He didn’t want to leave his daddy yet.

“But mommy…”

“No young man, listen to your mom, I’ll see you tomorrow ok?” Brian handed Gus over to Lindsay.

Without a word, Justin turned away from the little family and his parents and walked out of the GLC, where the fund-raising was taking place. He needed to do something about the bulge in his pants. Fuck, why was he attracted to a straight asshole? Life couldn’t be more cruel than that.

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“NO! I’M NOT!” Justin yelled at his father. 

“Yes, you will! I’ve told Brian that you’ll be at his office today. And later when you get back from work you’ll look for a place of your own, you are old enough!”

“What do you mean? You’re kicking me out?” 

Now it was Jennifer’s turn to say something. “No Justin, we’re not kicking you out, but you have to learn to live on your own without us. Earn your own money.  Brian will give you a job. Honey, it’s only for your best if you do this now,”

Justin stomped away, slamming the door hard.

What were his parents thinking? Yeah right, for the best… sure! Everything had been fine until last night. It was probably all because of the asshole.

He walked over to Kinnetic to tell Mr. Kinney that he would not work for him, never!

He pulled a chocolate bar out of his bag. That’s what he needed right now.

A few minutes later he strolled into the old bathhouse, without knocking he entered Kinney’s
office. He froze in place when he saw Bri- Mr. Kinney fucking a guy on his desk.

Brian looked up when he heard the door being opened. He smirked at the blond and then rammed into the trick under him, letting the man shot his load. A few thrusts later Brian came, without breaking eye contact to Justin.

“I..I…” Justin stammered when he caught himself. He then closed he door as fast as he could.

Not trusting his legs, he sat down on the sofa, on the opposite of Brian’s office, when a blonde woman walked over to him.

“Are you Justin Taylor?” She asked him and when he nodded she sat down next to him.

“Hi, I’m Cynthia, Mr. Kinney’s assistant. Are you ok?” Justin was pale after what he had just seen. So the mighty Mr. Kinney wasn’t as straight as he acted. A cruel grin spread over Justin’s face.

“Sure. I’m alright. I just have to talk to Mr. Kinney.” If this worked, Justin wouldn’t have to work for him and his parents couldn’t say anything.

Cynthia slowly nodded, when she saw Justin’s expression and then got up. This guy had planned something and Cynthia didn’t like that. The door to Brian’s office opened and the guy Brian had just freshly fucked came out. Brian leaned in the door way and looked at the
blond, sitting on the sofa. Justin rose and walked over to Brian.

“Mr. Kinney, I’m Justin Taylor and my parents told me you have a job for me.” Brian saw the gleam in Justin’s eyes and grinned. The boy was probably still upset with Craig and Jennifer, for sending him to work but this would be fun.

“Come on in and I’ll tell you what you have to do.” With a hand gesture he invited Justin in his office and he closed the door after the blond had entered.

“Mr. Kinney… how is your son?”

Brian blinked. OK, the blond wanted to make small talk. God, why couldn’t this Justin be a little bit more attractive? OK, the blond hair and the piercing blue eyes were hot as hell but Brian wasn’t into wobbling men.

“He’s fine… so, now to your job. You’ll be working in the art department…!

“Does he or your wife know that you fuck men?” Justin said grinning. Brian looked at Justin? WTF? What did this blond fucker want?

“Mr. Taylor. My sexual preferences have nothing to do with you and your father told me you were gay, so I don’t think you’ll have a problem with me fucking men. But like I said, it’s non of your business.”

“Well no, I don’t have a problem with that but as you probably also know, I have no intention in working my ass off here. What do you think about that? I won’t tell your wife about you fucking men and you won’t tell my parents that I don’t work here.”

Brian tried to hold back a laugh. This guy was such a piece of shit.

“Well, Mr. Taylor. If you had informed yourself better, you would know that I’m not married and that I’m out and proud.” Brian smirked at Justin’s shocked expression.

“But…” Justin was speechless. This just couldn’t be… he had seen Mr. Kinney and the blonde with their son and Lindsay had shown them just before the asshole had come over her wedding ring. 

What could he do now? He didn’t want to work, work was something for people with nothing better to do, and he had a lot to do.  

“If you ever try to blackmail me again Mr. Taylor, I promise you I’ll go to the police. So, I think you better get to work, like your parents said. Oh and tomorrow I don’t want to see you in these clothes.” 

Brian said with a calm voice and he watched Justin glare at him. Yes this would definitely be fun. The blond had a lot to learn. 

Justin stood up. This was not going like he had planned. 

A/N: Please tell me if you like it and if you want me to go on with this story